Blasphemy

Scott D.

Young is running us through Bastion of Blasphemies.

I always got to remember, single bastion, multiple blasphemies.

That's the one that got published just a couple months ago?

Maybe a little escapism here is nice.

Speaking of the current political climate, some interesting timing with this blasphemy of...

No, sorry, the Bastion of Blasphemies campaign.

So, I told you that Scott put us further away from Bastard Hall.

The Bible History, Volume Two: The Exodus and the Wanderings in the Wilderness by Alfred Edersheim.

Chapter Fourteen: Analysis of the Book of Leviticus, The Sin of Nadab and Abihu, Judgment Upon the Blasphemer, Leviticus.

The book of Exodus was intended to tell how the Lord God redeemed and set apart for Himself a peculiar people.

Accordingly, it appropriately closes with the erection of the tabernacle and the hallowing of it by the visible presence of Jehovah in the holy place.

Eighteen.

Blaspheme not love, ye lovers, nor dispraise The wise divinity that makes you blind, Sealing the eyes, but showing to the mind The high perfection from which nature strays.

For love is a god, and in unfathomed ways Brings forth the beauty for which fancy pined.

I loved and lost my love among mankind, But I have found it after many days.

Let's get to a couple more super chats here.

Jedi Engineer says, Blasphemy here.

Does Kim fit better with the Guardians than the Dodgers?

Sure.

I had already explained this to you before going to South India.

I gave you a complete instruction that you should never talk about Blasphemy in my absence.

He said, but what did you do? You lied to me that the opposition in Himachal Pradesh, the rest of the parties, got together and together they were able to suppress the Blasphemy on me.

So go ahead and tell me about the Blasphemy of Himachal.

The Parliament couldn't do anything about it, and that's why Master Tara Singh went to the park.

So now you see that the Punjabi province that Nehru said he wanted to remove, he clearly said that he wanted to close the Punjabi province, he stood up again.

We had to form a group in our communities, in our communities, in our people.

So if we try to break this group, they said it was their wish, but we had to do one thing, we had to fight together.

And so rather than debate, rather than protect the religion verbally in a debate, they go on killing sprees and they get violent.

Blasphemers, apostates, anyone who says anything that bothers anyone.

And indeed, to really underscore this, on the very same day that Charlie Kirk was killed, an Iraqi Christian man in France was stabbed in the neck and killed by Muslims.

Let me read to you quickly the report.

Babylon hates God.

Verse 3 of chapter 17 says, Blasphemy is always on its lips.

17 verse 14.

The kings of Babylon are at war with God, we're told.

Common sense tells him not to believe in contradictory statements; common sense tells him that a man could not have found a wife in a land where there were no women; common sense tells him that three millions of people never marched out of any country in one night; common sense tells him that Jesus Christ could not have "gone up" from two places at once; common sense tells him that turning devils out of men into pigs is a fable not half as good as the poorest of Aesop's; common sense tells him that nobody but a skunk would consent to be saved from the penalty of his own misdeeds by the sufferings of an innocent man; common sense tells him that while men object to having their pockets picked and their throats cut, they want no divine command against theft and murder; common sense tells him that God never ordered the committal of such atrocities as those ascribed to Him in the Bible; and common sense tells him that a God of mercy never made a hell.

Yes, all this is perfectly clear, and the priests know it; that is why they cry out "Blasphemy!" every time they meet it.

But that is also precisely the reason why we should employ it against them.

The best antidote to superstition, the worst enemy of priestcraft, and the best friend of man, is, to parody Danton's famous formula, common sense, and again common sense, and forever common sense.

Elias's glare was pure hatred.

"Blasphemy," he whispered, then raised his arms, yet hesitation kept him pinned, encircled by his followers' uncertainty and the knowledge, passing like a wind through the room, that the Order's power was not what it seemed.

Another surge of static, this time closer, as if the walls themselves were listening, waiting.

I realized then the truth: this mystery would end with us, or with the silence swallowing every last word.